Happy/Sad

A came back into town, pushing his car out of Frisco, into Houston and back to the Lou tripling the miles on the odometer.

Saturday night, a few friends gathered at The Royal, drinks all around and laughter. I sipped pear juice and fought my nerves with frequent trips to the bathroom.

Monday, dollar pitchers at Duffy’s, A has nothing to do; drinking is good as anything else. I’m off the sauce and need to wake up early for work. We settle on dinner and run into P and her husband.

Five years, since I last saw P. She looks mature, not the giggling lady in cap and gown of previous memory.

We’ve aged. This summer has put miles on my body. No time to rest, back to work with you.